Luyện nghe bài hát Down South Funk

All the way to Georgia
[Incomprehensible] upto
To motherfuckin'
To North motherfuckin'
Yeah, South Carolina
Yeah, down, gritty Alabama
Funk for your funkin' ass,
Ha ha, barefoot walkin'

Yo, guess 'bout to stomp tonight?
seniors, rockin' the mic, catchin' misdemeanors
So charge us with what whatever you
Balls of steel, those with rap deals
hot, I'm lukewarm and still perform like a champ
Battle 'bout, your ass out
So who's shit on what day? My click's the greatest
Chill or feel the effect of

Shit shuts down the squad's around
It gets thinner, it's hexed like man from town
Three the way can't be touched
My style's too faraway, to capture, even with from N.A.S.A.
I'm they call, a living legend, sha pow
That's what call, a Mac-11, sha pow
There's two on the way down, blaow
Here's two more, blaow nigga

Is y'all niggaz down to
(Man listen)
Would you for your life?
(Man listen)
Can you get all night?
(Man listen)
(Man listen)

I got the down funk when I clown out punk ass
Police wanna call and sound off pumps
I short your Blaupunkt's if you thump my
Yo dial funk if you're mo' stiff Riker's Isle bunks
Get out your seat, E, spit out the
The plow underground concrete out the streets
From to fades, when I rock M.C.'s
Wave flags than Puerto Rican Day parade

And give up, I got the rare footage, of fiends barefooted
Off my rhyme dare cook it
You might fall in to and New Jacks
And they girl become pookie and that, prom
That bag won't fit you tonight
You blow up? Drop the mic, stick to the pipe
Hand to my crew'll cripple your click in a fight
Take my tapes way down south and the price

up on the scene like, "Whazzup? Hey sugah"
Before you cock-tease Doc, how that put up?
And only way I stop til click say when
They had enough, 'cause I could to six A.M.

Is y'all niggaz to ride?
(Man listen)
you kill for your life?
(Man listen)
Can you get all night?
(Man listen)
(Man listen)

My is a rap, each song is a flashback
Of anxiety attacks
The beat the ground and the earth cracks
Niggaz be like, "Oh no not them!", we back
rhythmatic articulation, godforsaken
Sick manifestations, pump pump in face then
The lyrical force I put in a rhyme
Will hit you with more than a molecule enzyme

No matter who, what, when, where, how, lay you down
With a sick out fictitious style
Yo, we all represent the hood, the only
Between us is we make this shit look good
annual slammable
You light as a rock and I to understand you
So for niggaz on a kissin' ass and dissin'
We get even like an ambidextrous, man

Is y'all down to ride?
(Man listen)
Would you for your life?
(Man listen)
Can you get all night?
(Man listen)
(Man listen)

Is y'all down to ride?
(Man listen)
Would you kill for life?
(Man listen)
Can you get busy all
(Man listen)
(Man listen)